Let's dream of a better Planet...
where people never cry
where there is no hate,
where night turns to day,
full of butterflies and
fireflies and good fairies.
Let's dream of a normal, green Planet
to wake up from this bad dream
called war
sadness
and hate...
to be better.
Let's start with
We
first.
Let's reap what we sow...
Let's begin
Let's count good things
good deeds
then let's judge
others!
Let's dream of a Planet
where it exists
People!
There exists?
And it's not Mars
is this Planet Earth
this is where we are firmly rooted.
Creepers grown
inverse to the
heaven.
2.
I'm so down
so I can walk on the Earth...
with all dreams
well-rooted-lianas
in the wing-traces that I can no longer
fly...
and I gave so much sky...
I am the poet stuck to the temple
of the dreams of the Earth,
the poet who loves
every sunrise
from every eye of clear water...
I memorize the alphabet of solitude
rolling words
opposite your smile
and the flight of the last white rooster
what never concerns
back
but it always comes back to the place
solitary...
3.
There are departing birds
and birds that come back
so are people
like birds
migrate by destiny
some return clandestinely
others remain anchored
in other dimensions
steal from these
seasons
4.
my tree has tobacco mornings
hung in some
which are only an attempt to be
and the rest of us
from cover creators
we became the cover ourselves
scrawled by time without imagination
this tree
it is read not between the lines
it's the only tree in a range that grows blood instead of poppies
from all kinds of veins of the whole world
without any suicide
5.
I love you
and winter still sparkles with
locked dreams in a crystal globe.
Make a wish
towards the west,
when birds chased by wind and mist
all will come together
on my skin...
forgotten by time in a corner of heaven
on Earth.
And the Sun slowly kisses itself...
children on the forehead...
immortal.
And repeat in thought:
hung in some
which are only an attempt to be
and the rest of us
from cover creators
we became the cover ourselves
scrawled by time without imagination
this tree
it is read not between the lines
it's the only tree in a range that grows blood instead of poppies
from all kinds of veins of the whole world
without any suicide
5.
I love you
and winter still sparkles with
locked dreams in a crystal globe.
Make a wish
towards the west,
when birds chased by wind and mist
all will come together
on my skin...
forgotten by time in a corner of heaven
on Earth.
And the Sun slowly kisses itself...
children on the forehead...
immortal.
And repeat in thought:
Let's not forget
Let's forget
Let's not forget
All.
We will be the children
of this
immortal Sun,
in the same
crystal globe...
on the same
Earth...